Although I am only a young man, I like reading Lu Xun's works very much. Especially the article "Social Drama" may be because I often go to the countryside and get close to nature. Social drama also reflects rural life. I feel cordial after reading it and still want to see it.
Whenever I read "Social Drama", a beautiful "rural night scene" emerges in front of my eyes: blue sky, full moon, stone slab bridge, small and exquisite boating. Originally, these landscapes are very common in the countryside that we are familiar with, but after some artistic processing by Lu Xun, they look like a magical beauty that everyone yearns for. From here, we can also see Lu Xun's nostalgia for the countryside and his attachment to his grandmother's family when he was a child. This aroused my love for my hometown and other children.
Lu Xun truly reproduced the mental outlook of rural children at that time. In Lu Xun's works, a group of ordinary rural children are so simple and lovely, and their hearts are so noble and selfless. Among these children, I prefer double happiness and seven pounds. They are brave and selfless, enthusiastic and lively, and love labor. Shuangxi is a loyal man. He often plays cricket with Lu Xun, and he never cares about some minor contradictions. They live in harmony and are really good friends. And I used to make trouble with my classmates because of a little thing, but now I feel ashamed to think about it. After reading this article, I think we should have the spirit of humility, get along well with our classmates and build a harmonious campus.
I have read this article again and again, and I feel that every word in the article has devoted Lu Xun's deep love for rural children. I think children in rural areas are also very happy.
2. Imitate social drama and write 800 words of interesting childhood stories. 800-word composition on emergency childhood fun. Childhood is like an elf, bringing you joys and sorrows; Like a freshener, make a beautiful room full of memories; Like a butterfly, there are colorful stories recorded in the brain ... Everyone has a wonderful childhood, which is our most precious memory.
We grew up in the joy of childhood, and those beautiful things are always memorable. I remember it was a Sunday.
My friends and I have nothing to do. I wonder who has a golden idea-climbing mountains! Everyone looked at the winding path on the hillside, full of joy and challenge, and cheered. Unconsciously, I went up the mountain one after another in the chase.
Looking back, the rugged mountain road has been left behind by us. At the top of the mountain, looking down, everything is "all other mountains look short under the sky." ; Looking up, the blue sky, the long white clouds and the soaring geese are refreshing.
Everyone picks dandelions and flowers in the field; On the grass, playing hide and seek; Playing with fire in the wasteland; Under the big tree, chasing each other happily ... we seem to have come to Xanadu, and the boredom just now has already been thrown outside the cloud nine. Tired, we had a rest under the big tree, and everyone chatted enthusiastically. From time to time, happy laughter came ... The sun set and the golden light spread all over the world.
We went home together ... one day, all my classmates came to my house, and I tacitly opened an empty house, making an appointment in advance, tacitly. "Did everyone bring it?" I asked mysteriously.
"yes." Everyone took it out one after another and saw: rice, salt, sauce, vinegar, noodles … You really have everything! Let's do it at once. First, fix the jar with some wooden sticks, light a candle and put it under it.
The first step in this process has begun. Then boys cut vegetables, girls mix noodles, and everyone is busy.
...... After a while, the food was put into the "pot" filled with water, and the boy was busy again: gently fanning it with a book. That's a hard job. You must get down.
The girls all laughed, but the boys were speechless. Finally, we also finished watching Face to Face. After putting it in, everyone almost put their hearts in their throats, as if the world was frozen at this moment.
Finally! Noodles and dishes are ready. Everyone laughed at each other for their poor cooking. One said the food was not cooked well, and the other said the noodles were too soft.
Although everyone seems dissatisfied, everyone's heart is full of joy in trying. Everyone's laughter filled the whole room ... time passed quietly, leaving many beautiful memories hidden in each of our hearts and in the depths of our memories.
Happy childhood is happy. We grow up unconsciously, with laughter, tears, happiness and troubles, but we always feel that childhood life has endless fun! Composition about Interesting Childhood Stories: Interesting crossword puzzles Composition 800-word crossword puzzles. Have you ever played crossword puzzles? It's an interesting and informative game.
That day, when I came home from school, I couldn't wait to get my grandparents and my parents together and loudly announced that we were going to have a crossword puzzle! Everyone looked surprised when they heard it. Mom said, "No cooking, no eating?" "Let's talk about it later!" I'll answer right away. Today, a warm scene of crossword puzzle flashed in the classroom, and I quickly said, "I'll give the question first!" " Draw a circle, write a square, the length of winter, the time of summer ... "My voice did not fall," God! " Dad replied first, "This is too simple. "
"Then I'll give you a problem: there are two hundred thousand troops in the world and four soldiers at the bottom. Open the north gate and there is a big well in the middle. " After listening, everyone immediately gesticulated on the table with their fingers.
After a while, they said, "This word is really hard to guess." A minute passed, and two minutes passed. At this time, I felt very proud, because the question I tried my best to find finally stumped them. I just want to remind them that grandpa said slowly, "Is it a swallow's swallow?" I was shocked and said loudly, "Bingo! You are great! " Mom quickly wrote a word' Yan', and everyone suddenly realized.
At this moment, my mother said, "It's my turn! Need half, leave half ... ""Ray! " I blurted it out, and no one reacted. "How did you guess so quickly?" My mother asked, and I said without thinking, "Oh, I guessed at school, so it was me!" " ""No wonder. " Mom said with a smile.
Grandma said, "I'll let you guess one word: it's still short of 1.6 kg." What's this word? We started gesticulating with our fingers on the table again, and then, you look at me, and I look at you, with a blank face and a loss.
Time has passed, and we haven't guessed yet. Grandma looked at my depressed face and said, "A soldier is a soldier!" " I wrote the word "soldier" at once, so that's it.
Dad thought for a moment and said, "I'll let you guess a word." It is said that master students are very troublesome. " A child named Bai Fang is standing by the river reading an article. "
I ran to my grandmother and wrote with her. After a while, grandma said, "It should be an inspiration."
"Yes! Grandma, you are really something. " I said excitedly.
"Stop guessing and eat!" Grandpa urged. At the dinner table, everyone was still asking questions and guessing happily, and laughter echoed in the room.
This guessing game made me realize the unique and interesting crossword puzzle and the magic of Chinese characters. About the composition of childhood fun: 800 words of childhood fun composition passed quickly, and another turn, the new year has begun.
I am no longer such a lively and lovely little girl that day. I'm in the sixth grade of primary school. I always silently look at the dim sunshine outside the window and gradually recall the colorful past.
I opened the floodgate of memory, looking for traces of the past. I grew up under the bright sky and accompanied by blue sky and white clouds.
Looking back on my childhood, I really want to laugh. Everyone has a colorful childhood, and interesting childhood stories are like all kinds of shells shining under the sea, giving off colorful light.
Countless, I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is also my most unforgettable childhood fun. I remember when I was a child, when I was born, there was an orange tree in front of my house, with me. I often use a knife to mark the trunk and measure whether I have grown taller every day.
3. As long as the parody of social drama written by Lu Xun doesn't mean anything, I have only seen China's plays twice in the last twenty years, but I will never watch them in the first ten years, because there is no meaning and opportunity to watch them, and both of them are in the last ten years, but I left without watching anything.
The first time was when I first arrived in Beijing in the first year of the Republic of China. At that time, a friend told me that Beijing opera was the best. Aren't you going to see the world? I think it's interesting to go to the theatre, but it's in Beijing. So everyone ran to the garden with great interest. The opera had already started and they heard the sound of winter and winter outside.
When we entered the door, several red and green ones flashed in front of my eyes, and then I saw a lot of heads under the stage. Then I looked around, only to see that there were still a few empty seats in the middle. Someone commented on me when I squeezed over and sat down. Because my ears were ringing, I used my heart, and I heard him say, "Someone, no!" " We retreated to the back, but a braid came, leading us aside and pointing out a position. This so-called man of status used to be a bench, but his chair was three-quarters narrower than my thigh, and his feet were more than two-thirds longer than my calf.
First, I didn't have the courage to climb up, and then I thought of the lynching device, and I couldn't help coming out in horror. After walking a lot, I suddenly heard my friend's voice, "What's the matter?" I turned my back, and it turned out that I also brought him out.
He was surprised and said, "Why do you always leave and refuse?" I said, "friend, I'm sorry, my ears only ring in winter, but I didn't hear them." I was surprised every time I remembered it later. It seems that the play is terrible-otherwise, I'm not fit to live off the stage recently.
The second time I forgot that year, in short, I raised a flood donation in Hubei, and Tan Jiaotian [2] was still alive. The way of donation is to buy a theater ticket for two yuan, and you can go to the first stage of the theater. Most of them play famous roles, and one of them is Tian.
I bought a ticket, which was originally an excuse to convince the fundraiser, but it seems that another kind-hearted person took the opportunity to tell me something important that I couldn't see. So I forgot the disasters in the past few years and went to the first issue, but because the tickets were expensive, about half of the people were very comfortable.
I found it was too late that day, but the first stage was a new structure. There's no need to fight for seats, so I'm relieved. It'll be put off until nine o'clock. Unexpectedly, as usual, everyone was full and it was difficult to stand on the stage. I had to squeeze into the distant crowd and watch an old man singing on the stage. Old Dan had two lighted paper sticks in his mouth, and there was a ghost pawn beside him. I thought hard before I doubted him or Manglietia's mother, because a monk came out later.
However, I didn't know who the famous actor was, so I asked a fat gentleman who was crowded on my left. He gave me a contemptuous look and said, "Gong Yunfu!" I feel ashamed, humble and careless, and my face is hot. At the same time, my mind has made a rule that I will never ask again. So I watch Xiao Dan sing, Hua Dan sing and the old singer sing, and I don't know what role to sing. I saw a large group of people fighting, and two or three people fought each other, from 9: 00 to 10, 10 to10/30,10/30 to 12. However, this day has not yet arrived.
I have never waited so patiently for anything, but the panting of Mr. Fat around me, the beating of the stage in winter and winter, the swaying of red and green, and twelve o'clock suddenly made our province unsuitable for living here. At the same time, I rotate my body mechanically and squeeze hard. I feel my back is full, and the elastic fat gentleman has opened the right half in my empty space.
I no way back, naturally crowded, finally out of the door. There are almost no pedestrians in the street except the vehicles waiting for tourists, but there are still more than a dozen people holding their heads high at the gate to watch the play. Don't let a group of people stand without looking at anything. I think: they are probably watching the women after the play, but the night hasn't come yet ... but the air at night is very refreshing, really "refreshing" It seems that this is the first time I have encountered such good air in Beijing.
That night, that is, the night I sued China, I never thought of him again. Even if we pass by the theater occasionally, we are indifferent, mentally in the south of the world and in the north of the earth. But I came across a Japanese book the other day, but I forgot the title and author. In short, it is about China's plays.
One of them seems to be saying that China's plays are all about knocking, shouting and jumping, which makes the audience dizzy and unsuitable for the theater. However, if it is rambling in the wild, it seems to have its own charm from a distance. At that time, I thought this was exactly what I expected, because I do remember seeing very good plays in the wild, and I went to the theater twice after I went to Beijing, which may still be influenced by that time.
Unfortunately, I don't know why I forgot the title. As for when I watched the drama, it was already "far away", and I was probably only eleven or twelve years old at that time.
It is our custom in Luzhen that every married daughter, if left unattended, will go back to her family for the summer. At that time, although my grandmother was in good health, my mother had already shared some housework, so I couldn't go back to the province for many days in summer, and I had to take time to stay for a few days after sweeping the grave. At this time, I live in my grandmother's house with my mother every year.
That place is called Pingqiao Village, which is a remote riverside village not far from the sea. There are less than 30 households, all of which farm and raise fish, and there is only one small grocery store. But now I'm a paradise: because I'm not only given preferential treatment here, but also exempted from reading Rank-Rank Dry and Faint Nanshan (5).
I play with many children. Because of the tourists from afar, they all got their parents' permission, reduced their work and played games with me. In a small village, almost all the guests in the family are open.
We are all about the same age, but when it comes to seniority, we are at least uncles and some are squires, because we all have the same surname and belong to our own family. However, we are friends. Even if we quarrel occasionally and hit the squire, the people in the village, old and young, will never think of the word "offending people", and 99% people can't read.
What we do every day is probably to dig earthworms, put them on small hooks made of copper wire, and lie down by the river to catch shrimps. Shrimp belongs to the water world.
4. After reading Social Drama, I wrote 650 words about Mr. Lu Xun's social drama. I saw something naive. The author praised the kindness and nobility of farmers through the memory of childlike things. Because most books reflect the rural scenery, they are particularly friendly to read. A beautiful "Country Night Map" seems to catch my eye: blue sky, full moon, stone slab bridge, small and exquisite.
I came to the river with a group of lively and lovely rural children. They got off the boat and ordered a pole. Flying under the moon, the night view along the way is really beautiful! "Bean wheat exudes the fragrance of grass, grass by the river, hazy moonlight, dark mountains, faint Zhaozhuang, melodious flute and a little fishing fire.
These landscapes are very common in rural areas, and we rural children are familiar with them. But after some artistic processing by Lu Xun, it seems that it has become the fairy beauty that everyone yearns for. From here, we can also see Lu Xun's nostalgia for the countryside and his attachment to his grandmother's family when he was a child.
At the same time, it also aroused my love for my hometown with rural children. In Lu Xun's works, some ordinary peasant children are so lovely and simple, and their thoughts are so noble and selfless, which truly reflects the style of rural children at that time.
Among these children, I prefer Shuang Xi and 7 pounds. They are brave and selfless, enthusiastic and lively, and love labor. Shuangxi is a loyal person.
Qi Jin also often plays cricket catching games with Lu Xun. They never care about each other, live in harmony and become real good friends. I have repeatedly read my favorite novel "Social Drama", as if every word of the whole work is devoted to Lu Xun's deep love for rural children, and I really feel that rural children are also very happy.
5. According to the social drama of lesson 16, writing a composition about spring scenery requires association and multi-sensory spring scenery. I don't know when our down jacket was replaced with a thin coat. I don't know when, a few light greens appeared on the bare land on the football field; I don't know when it began to rain like a needle. I looked up and saw a flock of swallows flying over the treetops, chirping. I am very happy: so it is-spring has come.
This year's spring is long overdue, but it is already full of spring.
Walking on the country road, the peach blossoms on the roadside are full of branches, and the bees are as busy as a bee. It's "ten thousand flowers crush branches"! Countless pink smiling faces nodded to me frequently. Breeze blowing, petals falling with the wind, as if a "powder snow." Walking on campus, the green leaves in the flower beds become greener after being washed by rain, like countless jadeites swaying in the wind. The willows on both sides of the school road have sprouted new leaves, and the spring breeze people combed Mr. Liu's braids neatly. It is really "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors" that makes Teacher Liu dance beautifully.
Have you ever smelled spring? There are several kinds of spring. Become greener, chatter endlessly, and make a "drip drip" sound. Walking on campus, green leaves rustle and streams crack in spring. Spring has come and the soil on the road is wet. It is the cheerful music of water drops, and the fresh and earthy fragrance of the land is also intoxicating. After the green leaves in the flower bed were washed away by the rain, I pricked up my ears to listen, but it was full of spring and colorful, which made me happy. Anyway! Near the flowers? I'll show you around. An elegant fragrance of flowers is better than the smoke and willow in the city. Let Miss Liu dance with the United States. The spring breeze in February is like scissors, and the peach blossoms on the roadside are full of branches: it turns out that spring has come. I looked up. As the saying goes-"This is the best spring in a year. Spring breeze people combed Miss Liu's braids neatly and shouted happily. The willows on both sides of the school road have sprouted new leaves, which is really "every household sings in spring".
Have you ever smelled spring? The soft spring breeze jumps in the same place, and walking alone on campus has a lot of spring flavor; Spring is coming, bees are busy, and rain drops along the eaves.
This year's spring came late, as if there was a "powder snow" and a needle-like drizzle in the sky, but I still couldn't bear to leave, and it was still not bright; I don't know when our down jacket was replaced with a thin coat, which made people feel refreshed. The breeze blew.
Walking on the country road, the willow's hair is combed green by spring, and life is coming!
Although I hide in spring? Spring has several flavors. Spring rain washes away the snow, like countless jadeites swaying in the wind. Feel it with your heart. Lying on the playground, a few pale greens appeared on the bare land of the football field. The air is very fresh. After a spring rain, the petals fall with the wind. Close your eyes; I want to know when.
School is over, but I still found it. It rained in spring; Spring is coming! Countless pink smiling faces nodded to me frequently, and a flock of swallows passed by the treetops. I don't know when in the morning. Spring has come, and it is really "dust and rain in Weicheng", with birds singing and flowers fragrant. It's "a thousand flowers crush branches", and it's really "I don't know who cut the thin leaves." Because in my eyes, spring is the cheerful laughter of green leaves, do you hear?
6. Please write a 400-year-old China opera, describing Peking Opera or Cantonese Opera, imitating the Tibetan opera in Book 6 of Grade 6 of Chinese in primary schools. It has a long history and distinctive national style, and is a popular literary form. Many parts of the country have their own operas, which are full of flowers and colorful. Beijing opera originated in Beijing, the capital of our motherland. Now, let's walk into the treasure of national culture-"national quintessence" Peking Opera has a history of more than 200 years. It is a treasure in China's traditional opera art, and it has gradually evolved on the basis of Hui Opera and Han Opera, absorbing the advantages and specialties of some operas such as Kunqu Opera and Shaanxi Opera. Peking Opera music belongs to the banqiang opera, and its main vocals are Huang Er and Xipi. Therefore, Peking Opera is also called "skin yellow". The commonly used vocals in Beijing Opera are Nanbangzi, Siping Tune, Gaobazi and Chuiqiang. Beijing opera is good at expressing political and military struggles with historical themes, and most of the stories are taken from historical romances and novels. There are not only the whole drama, but also a large number of drama scripts, in addition to some joint dramas. The role of Peking Opera in the early days was strictly divided into life, Dan, Jing and Qing. The music accompaniment of Beijing opera is stable, which gives people a seamless sense of stability under the accompaniment of Jinghu. The performance style of Peking Opera is serene, neither too high-pitched and passionate, nor deliberately singing and sighing, and never emphasizes violence and blood. Beijing opera is developing, innovating and advancing with the times, but it is not satisfied with the status quo. Only by bringing forth the old and bringing forth the new, and constantly bringing forth the new, can Beijing Opera carry forward its peaceful, steady and serene characteristics and sit on the throne of "national quintessence" on the drama stage! Peking Opera is the essence of our nation's excellent culture. Unfortunately, many teenagers know little about it now. Many people like to listen to pop music, rock music and watch "Super Girl" ... They don't like go to the opera, and they don't like to watch Peking Opera, the quintessence of our country. Many people think that Beijing opera is boring and old-fashioned, and it is not as interesting and popular as the current music. So I hope you can watch more Peking Opera and get to know the "quintessence" of our Chinese nation.